A private living room with two comfortable single-seater sofas and a small mahogany table with a bottle of pine nut and a few delicate goblets. ,ybdu

A fire lit in the fireplace nearby, and the fine cedar wood was fragrant.

The British Prime Minister changed his pajamas, wore a pair of gray trousers, a white shirt, sat on one of the sofas, held a glass of pine nut wine in his hand, and took a sip from time to time, his face flickering in the light of the fire.

Syllable!

The red flame in the fireplace suddenly turned green, and a figure appeared, burrowing out of the fireplace.

It was a stout little man, about the same age as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. But the outlandish, green striped suit, bright red tie, and long, pointy shoes made him look like he had just returned from a circus show.

British Minister of Magic Cornelly. Fudge is here!

"Mr. Prime Minister, are you going to disturb a sleep-deprived person so late, what happened?" Fudge sat down on the couch across from him, joking with a relaxed face.

"First of all, Minister Fudge, I'm sorry to call you here so late, but something big has happened!" The Prime Minister put down his glass, picked up the bottle next to him, and the white wine flowed into a goblet.

"Would you like a drink?" The Prime Minister pushed the goblet in front of Fudge with a smile on his face.

"Thank you!" Fudge took a sip of his glass and exclaimed, "It's a good wine, but it's worse than our Butterbeer, and you should really try it next time." ”

"If we can be so friendly the next time we meet, I'll be sure to taste your butterbeer." The Prime Minister made a pun.

"Oh? What's really going on? Fudge looked surprised. The British Muggle and English wizarding worlds have always lived in peace and have never had any disagreements.

Even when Voldemort was in power, he caused some trouble. But then they had fully recovered, and only a few of the Muggles knew about the existence of wizards, and the others had no idea that there were wizards in this world.

"Do you know Madara Uchiha?" The Prime Minister shook the wine in his glass lightly, and looked at Fudge out of the corner of his eye.

"Of course I do!" Fudge nodded, a curious look in his eyes, though Madara changed his mind and made him stay true to himself. But Madara can't change his IQ.

In the face of the treacherous and cunning British Prime Minister, Fudge is no match at all.

"Are you familiar with that?" The Prime Minister continued.

"Of course!" Fudge had a look of pride in his eyes, he was Madara's servant. This is the greatest honor of his life.

"Can you talk to me about him?" There was a strange look in the Prime Minister's eyes.

"Mr. Prime Minister, if you want to say anything, you might as well say it directly." Fudge stared at the Prime Minister warily and lowered his glass. He finally realized something was wrong.

"I heard he's a Hogwarts professor? I want to know. Has he really been teaching at Hogwarts? The Prime Minister asked flatly.

"If you don't have anything else, I'll go back first, there are still many things waiting for me to deal with tomorrow, you know, being a Minister of Magic is not easier than being a Prime Minister." Fudge stood up, his tone cold.

If it were normal he would never do this, and he would even curry favor with the British Prime Minister, but it involved Madara's business. But his appearance has changed dramatically.

There was a gleam in the Prime Minister's eyes, he had already seen through the British Minister of Magic. It's just a timid person. Although he doesn't know magic, he understands people's hearts, and Fudge can't catch up with that.

Now Fudge's reaction was very abnormal, and he was like the cowardly Minister of Magic.

"Secretary Fudge, the United States just called me and a wizard recently snatched a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier of the latest model. And the name of this wizard is none other than Madara Uchiha, and at the same time, according to his own words, he is a professor at Hogwarts, a British school of witchcraft and wizardry. The Prime Minister looked up and stared at Fudge like a torch.

Fudge froze and stood still.

"I came to you to confirm the identity of this Madara, and if I'm not mistaken, we have an order with you, no matter who you are, you can't meddle in the affairs of the other world." The prime minister said flatly.

"What is an aircraft carrier?" Fudge's eyes flickered, and he was surprised, no wonder someone from the American Wizarding Association came to him not long ago, but he didn't care at the time, and he also publicized it.

"You're like a big ship!" The Prime Minister obviously didn't expect Fudge to ask this, frowning slightly.

"It's just a ship! How much money you need, I'll give you. Fudge looked proud and happy in his heart, and he helped his master solve some minor troubles.

The Prime Minister looked at Fudge in astonishment, wondering if the Minister of Magic was impersonated by someone else. Such a serious topic, he actually took it as a joke.

"Mr. Fudge, are you trying to shelter this Madara?" The Prime Minister's eyes twinkled, and he seemed to understand something.

"I thought it was a big deal, just a ship! You tell me the price, and I'll send someone to bring it to you tomorrow morning. Fudge said proudly.

"The cost of the USS Washington aircraft carrier is about 4 billion, plus carrier-based aircraft, as well as all kinds of weapons and ammunition, it has exceeded 10 billion US dollars, let's count 10 billion, and convert it into your gold galleons, at least 1.5 billion will be needed. And that's not even counting the time consumed, I think time is priceless, you say? The Prime Minister gave a cold glance at Fudge, who was already stunned.

"You're kidding! What ship needs 1.5 billion? You don't need to make it of gold! Fudge exclaimed.

"If I had time to joke with you, believe me would prefer to sleep in a warm bed. If you're really ready to pay the money, I can have someone make a detailed form right away that won't cost you a penny more. Then maybe we can solve the problem peacefully. The prime minister narrowed his eyes and said calmly.

"You are blackmailing, there is no ship worth 1.5 billion gold galleons in the world." Fudge said angrily.

"Minister Fudge, first of all, you have to understand that your people went to the United States to grab an aircraft carrier and injured the president of the Wizarding Association, and now it is not only the US government that is ready for war, I believe that tomorrow the American Wizarding Association will come to you. Theoretically, I am a sorcerer who supports my own country. But not only the table, but also for such malicious robbers. So now you have two options, one is to grab Madara Uchiha. Let him hand over the aircraft carrier and then stand trial. I know that the man who can snatch an aircraft carrier is by no means an idle person, and we can specify a detailed plan for this. The other is that if you insist on going your own way and shielding this filthy wizard, you will wait for us to go to war in an all-out way. Believe that the time comes. All righteous wizards in the world will not be on your side, and there are governments, and they will not allow an evil wizard who can threaten them to exist. The prime minister said in one breath. Pick up the pine nut wine in the cup and drink it all.

Fudge stood still, staring indifferently at the Prime Minister.

"I believe that you are a righteous minister who will not disregard your people. Is that right? The prime minister smiled.

"What kind of wizard did you just say Madara Uchiha is?" Fudge said flatly.

"Dirty, dirty, evil!" The prime minister said indifferently.

"Let's go to war!" Fudge glanced at the Prime Minister with disdain. Put your hand in your pocket, pull out a handful of crystalline powder, and sprinkle it in the fireplace.

Call!

The flames flickered, and the red flames turned green in an instant.

Floo powder appears!

“……”

The Prime Minister was stunned and saw Fudge step into the fireplace and shouted, "Fudge, do you know what you're talking about?" Are you crazy? ”

"If I were really crazy, I would have killed you a long time ago. You're crazy. I don't know what I'm doing, so get back to sleep! Maybe you won't be able to open your eyes again tomorrow. Fudge let out a sneer. Whispered, "Headmaster's Hogwarts!" ”

The green fire consumed Fudge and disappeared into the fireplace.

Prime Minister ...... stood motionless, trembling with anger, and slammed the empty wine glass in his hand on the fireplace, making a crisp sound.

He hadn't seen anything, and there were people cursing him secretly, but it was the first time he was pointed at his nose and scolded. He was even threatened, he didn't care about it in the past, but this time it was different, these wizards were haunted and extraordinary.

That's why he pretended to convince Fudge, but he didn't expect Fudge to take the wrong medicine.

Bang!

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Morse rushed in, exclaiming, "Mr. Prime Minister, are you alright?" ”

"Call me to the White House right now! In addition...... "The prime minister had regained his composure and walked over to Morse and whispered.

Fudge's reaction made him understand a lot of things.

Morse raised his head in surprise, saw the prime minister's indifferent face, didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly ran out.

In the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts, Black and Dumbledore are still talking, they've been talking for a long time. Fawkes was napping on the shelf, and the headmasters on the mural fell asleep.

"Here for today! It's time for you to go back, too! Dumbledore laughed.

"Take care, I'm leaving." Blake was a little reluctant, he just told Dumbledore that he hoped to stay at Hogwarts to teach, so that he could see his godson Harry every day. Unfortunately, the position was full, and Dumbledore had something to do.

"Let's use Floo powder!" Dumbledore opened the drawer and pulled out some sparkling powder.

"I remember Hogwarts not using Floo powder." Blake laughed.

"Now it's different! I'm sure you won't say it either. Dumbledore winked at Black.

"......," Blake cried and laughed.

The two of them reached the fireplace, and Dumbledore was about to sprinkle Floo powder into it, when there was a clatter, and a figure appeared.

Blake instantly drew his wand and pointed it at the fireplace.

"Huh?" Dumbledore frowned when he saw the coming.

"Minister Fudge!" Blake's eyes widened as he looked at Fudge as he came out of the fireplace, the man himself had gone to Azkaban to release him, and he certainly wouldn't forget.

"Oh! Blake! Fudge glanced at Blake, nodded disappreciatively, and smiled at Dumbledore, "Dumbledore, I thought you were already asleep. (To be continued......)

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